Subject: The Seduction of Keith
Story Codes: MF oral adultery
Diary Date: August 13, 2016
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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OK, so this is something I've never done before... writing from a man's
perspective. So does that make this a fantasy or a diary entry? My
thoughts are that since it is based on real events that it belongs in my
diary. Sure I've had to make up pretty much everything that Keith is
thinking and feeling but for the most part his actions, at least those
involving me directly, are accurate. In the end isn't that what matters
the most anyways?
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 - LBK (Life Before Kelly)
Chapter 2 - Innocent Church Girl or Slut?
Chapter 3 - Old Enough to Know Better
Chapter 4 - Kelly Weaves Her Web
Chapter 5 - Crossing the Line
Chapter 6 - Dream Come True or Nightmare?
Chapter 1 - LBK (Life Before Kelly)
===================================
How did this happen? I've always been pretty much an ordinary guy, not
some pervert or cheater. Pillar of the community and all that crap. Who
would ever think someone like me could get caught up in something like
this? Now my marriage, my wife, maybe even my job are in jeopardy and
for what purpose? I want to blame her but to be honest, she only took
advantage of my weaknesses.
Who is "she"? None other than Kelly, a married woman, mother of two,
devoted daughter and dedicated volunteer at our church. Before our lives
crossed my life was so much simpler.
Born 36 years ago as the oldest son of my conservative mid-west farming
parents, I pretty much grew up in your basic "Mayberry" town where
everybody knew everybody, Republican politics ruled, and 90% of our WASP
neighbors attended one of the local protestant churches. I met my wife
Megan in church youth group, finally getting the nerve to ask her out my
junior year of high school. We were each other's "first" and so far as I
know, "only" although I have no reason to believe Megan was ever with
another guy.
I had my life planned... high school graduation, engineering college,
then on to a comfortable middle class life in the suburbs with my wife,
three kids and our dog living happily ever after.
Well, that never happened as wouldn't you know it, Megan got pregnant the
summer after we graduated so there went my college plans. What can I
say? We were both stupid and didn't use birth control so sooner or later
it was bound to happen but at that age we thought we were invincible and
somehow it could never happen to us. After all, we were the "nice" kids
and Megan wasn't one of the school sluts although THEY never seemed to
get pregnant!
What choice did I have? We got married less than a month after Megan
found out and then wouldn't you know it but she lost the baby! Maybe I
should have tried to annul the marriage as after all, I never even
formally asked her to marry me, we just did what had to be done. In my
family thought that sort of thing just wasn't done so we stuck it out.
Ryan was our first born followed by Molly after which I said enough was
enough and got a vasectomy. Two kids was plenty when you struggle from
paycheck to paycheck. Working for the local construction company paid OK
- when there was work but not as much as I'd dreamed of making before I
was forced to marry Megan. OK, so maybe nobody literally put a gun to my
head but I could never have shown my face in town again if I hadn't so
isn't that the same thing?
When the construction firm went belly up I was forced to look for another
job. The economy in our part of the state was going to hell so we ended
up moving to where the work was, in this case Pittsburgh, PA. It was new
for us all and we did our best to fit in. We moved into the city of Mt.
Lebanon on the south side, known for its outstanding school district and
equally outstanding school taxes. Still, the kids were unhappy enough as
it was having to leave their high school friends behind but at least they
were just getting started and not having to deal yet with missed proms
and graduations.
We immediately joined a local Presbyterian church which was maybe five
times bigger than our church back home. While Megan was concerned about
being lost in the crowd, we were both excited about the youth programs as
well as the various opportunities for small groups and other social
activities that would hopefully help us fit into our new home. Little
did I know just what I'd be "fitting" into before all was said and done.
Chapter 2 - Innocent Church Girl or Slut?
=========================================
With Ryan being a sophomore and Molly a freshman, they both joined the
high school youth group. It met on Wednesday evenings which just
happened to be at the same time as Megan's women's bible study. I think
the two groups deliberately overlapped to allow for the moms to bring the
kids and then not have to leave and drive back later to pick them up
which is exactly what worked out for Megan and the kids.
One night Molly wasn't up to par so she asked me to take the kids. It
was about a 20-30 minute drive so I figured it just made sense to hang
around rather than drive through the crowded streets of the Pittsburgh
south side. Turns out I wasn't the only dad finding a seat in the meeting
area outside the gym where the kids met. Several guys I'd met casually
during services and such were also doing penance, most of them engrossed
in their cell phones.
At one point the kids all poured out to head to the parking lot for some
game they were going to play. It was a herd of buffalo passing though!
The leaders tried to maintain some semblance of decorum while they were
still in the building with little to show for their attempts. I was
about to go back to my e-mails when I looked up and drew in a breath.
Whoa! Who was THAT? Most of the leaders were parents so about my age or
even older as well as a couple of college kids attending local
universities but one girl stood out. At first I thought she was one of
the students being about the same height and weight as most of the high
school girls. She was even dressed pretty much the same in short shorts,
a tight-fitting cami and sneakers with no socks. If anything though, her
shorts were even tighter and skimpier than the others and that cami
looked at least one f not two sizes too small the way it hugged her
breasts. She was either not wearing a bra or it was the thinnest I'd
ever seen as there were no lines and her nipples were just visibly
outlined. It was then I saw how she was trying to corral the kids that I
realized she wasn't one of the students but rather one of the leaders.
Wow, they allowed leaders to dress like THAT? I was starting to like
this church even better!
"Kelly."
I wasn't sure who said that but I instinctively averted my eyes from her
ass and looked back down at my phone, trying to appear as if I hadn't
noticed anything.
"Her name is Kelly is you wanted to know."
I looked at the guy closest to me who was grinning as he nodded towards
the most perfect ass I'd ever seen leaving the building.
"Not sure what you mean," I lied defensively.
The guy laughed and smiled at me. "Don't worry, every guy gets that look
on his face the first time."
"First time?"
He reached out with an outstretched hand. "The name's Roger. Welcome to
Wednesday night with Kelly."
I shook his hand and introduced myself. "Sorry, what do you mean?"
"I've been attending this church since forever and I still can never get
enough of that sweet piece of ass," Roger sighed glancing toward the door
which was now closed. "Why else do you think most of us hang around here
every week?"
He looked around and the others were listening and nodding their heads.
"Biggest cock teaser in the church," one of them muttered.
"Biggest SLUT you mean," another countered.
"Hey," Roger cut in, waving his hand, "All rumors, nothing but rumors."
"Not from what my son tells me," one of the older ones argued, "He claims
she was the biggest slut in her class back in high school. Fucked half
the class from what he heard - and not just the boys."
"Naw, I heard her cousin had THAT honor," another guy who'd been silent
until now added.
I was flabbergasted that these guys could all be saying such things
openly in the middle of a church about anyone, let alone one of the
leaders of our kids' youth group.
"So what's the story then?" I asked no one in particular.
"Ok... she's maybe 30 or 31, married to the luckiest prick in the world,
two kids - can you believe it?" Roger ticked off on his fingers, "Teaches
at the middle school."
"Thirties?" I asked rhetorically. No way, she didn't hardly old enough
to drink legally!
"Yeah, it should be illegal to have a wife like that," Roger chuckled.
Then he wagged his finger, "Just don't let your wife catch you eyeing her
sweet ass again. From what I've heard she's just a major tease but good
luck convincing your wife of that."
"I don't know about that," someone responded, "From what I heard she was
the reason for Bill's nasty divorce a few years ago."
Roger shook his head. "I don't buy it. Who would approach her? Her
husband may have his own wandering eyes but her dad watches over her like
a hawk."
That sounded a little odd which must have been signaled by my expression
so Roger explained.
"What I meant was that she and her dad always attend church together.
Apparently hubby isn't a big church fan, chases a few skirts supposedly
himself. Just saying if anyone tried to make a move on her that her
father would probably cut his balls off!"
At that point the discussion digressed into a comparison of notes
regarding Kelly's various outfits and which ones showed off the most of
her assets. By the time the kids came back in I found myself eagerly
waiting to get a better look at this woman of whom the entire
conversation had dwelled for the past half hour.
I almost missed her as she was mixed in the middle of the boys. Damn, I
couldn't believe anyone would dare to wear shorts so tight and cut so
high to a church youth group meeting. Any higher and her butt would be
spilling out! This time her nipples were definitely more defined, poking
through the thin cami that wasn't hiding anything. I could just imagine
if Megan was here now, she would have had a fit that our daughter's
leader was setting such an example. Megan would have Molly dressed in a
heavy sweatshirt in the middle of summer if she could get away with it
and shorts had to be at least mid-thigh to get her approval.
To my embarrassment Kelly glanced my way, catching me red-handed staring
at her. She just smiled at me, flipping her hair back over her shoulder
in almost a suggestive manner although that was most likely a product of
my over-worked imagination. A few seconds later and she was out of
sight.
No doubt about it, I was in love! Or maybe better said, I was in lust!
I'd never cheated on Megan and honestly had never even seriously
considered it but I'd have to say at that moment my resolve may have
weakened given the opportunity. That night after everyone had gone to
bed, rather than checking out some porn on my computer to masturbate with
instead I closed my eyes and tried to imagine those tight white shorts
slowly dropping. Did she shave or trim? Was she even wearing anything
underneath? My dick erupted as I came imagining fucking her, the thin
camisole pulled up exposing those perfect breasts with her nipples
hardened as I drilled her deep, releasing myself deep within her.
Slipping into bed next to Megan I felt a little guilty yet at the same
time I just couldn't get that cute sexy smile out of my head.
The next day at dinner I asked the kids how they liked the Wednesday
night program. As usual, I got a couple of shoulder shrugs and "It's
OK," which from those two could have meant anything from incredibly
boring to the most monumental adventure ever. Teenagers! I tried
getting a better response by asking how they liked the leaders, hoping
maybe for more information about Kelly but this time all I got were eyes
rolling like, "Dad, why are you even bothering to ask?"
Trying a different tact, I asked Megan about her women's bible study -
more specifically who was leading it.
"It's pretty good, we share a lot - Christian version of gossip, right?"
she laughed. Then she added, "Kelly and Lyndsey are taking turns leading
it this year. You probably saw Kelly helping out with the kids as it was
Lyndsey's turn this week. Why do you ask?"
"I know why," my smart-mouthed son snickered.
Megan looked at me and then at our son and frowned. "I was trying to be
civil," she said with ice in her tone, "I guess some women can't grow out
of their high school years."
I looked down at my plate, trying not to say or do anything that might
betray my thoughts at the time but it didn't help as once Megan got on a
rant there was no stopping her.
"Personally I think it's outrageous the elders don't say something to
her. I mean the way she flaunts herself in those outfits and flirts with
the men - married ones at that. It's a disgrace that she's allowed to
mentor young girls."
The table was silent for a while and then we moved on to another topic
but the message came across loud and clear - Megan didn't like Kelly and
we'd all better stay clear of her if we knew what was good for us.
So THAT was a topic I'd never bring up again! Little did Megan realize
was that her outburst just made me all the more curious. Guess I'd
better keep a closer eye on this Kelly from now on. Oh yeah, twist me
arm just a little more... OK, I'll do it!
Chapter 3 - Old Enough to Know Better
=====================================
Over the course of the next few weeks and months "watching Kelly" sort of
became a hobby of mine. Albeit the only hobby where you go home
afterward and jerk off but it was rewarding in its own way to say the
least. I had to be careful whenever Megan was around as she would watch
me like a hawk when Kelly was anywhere in sight. We never discussed
Kelly again but the huffs and eye-rolling told me plenty when Kelly would
come to church in a short sundress that was almost transparent in the
right light. Then there was the youth swimming party where she showed up
in a bikini blatantly flaunting the un-written rule against "revealing"
attire. Not that any of the male chaperones were about to say anything
and the women just huddled and whispered snarky comments.
Over time I tried to get a little closer to her without being overly
flirtatious, just saying hello and thanking her for her work with the
youth, that sort of thing. Always innocent. Kelly always rewarded me
with a sensuous smile and a twinkle in her eye that I hoped meant she was
pleased... pleased enough to suck my dick in private later, at least she
was when I would masturbate thinking about our encounter later.
Using my kids as camouflage I sneaked a few photos of Kelly now and then
under the guise of capturing Ryan and Molly at play or with their
friends. Somehow the camera would sometimes miss a shot and instead
focus on an incredible ass or deep cleavage. Funny how it always seemed
that Kelly was just in the wrong spot at that moment to get in the photo
instead of the kids. Those nights I'd make sure the photos were off my
phone and stored on my secret thumb drive that I kept hidden in my work
bench. After a few months I had quite the collection for use when I'd
fantasize about being with Kelly as I jerked off. One of my favorite
"go-to" jerk-off fantasies was Kelly leaning over to show something to
Molly. In my perverted mind Kelly would be wearing a loose top that
already hung open to show most of her boobs. Somehow I would capture the
perfect moment when it dropped and be rewarded with almost an
unobstructed view of her boobs all the way down her top! Just another
half inch and I'd have had those nipples that always seems to be popping
through on their own.
One thing I noticed was that I rarely saw Kelly's husband. In fact I
don't think I ever saw him in a Sunday service and it was only a few
times when he'd pick her up on Wednesday nights that I even got a glimpse
of the mystery man. On the other hand, come Sunday mornings she was
practically inseparable from her father, sticking to his side like glue.
It was the subject of much discussion how they always seemed to arrive a
few minutes late to service. Usually their arrival came during the
opening hymn as if they wanted to be sure everyone there saw them as they
took their seats. From the remarks I'd gleaned from some of the old-
timers it wasn't anything new as apparently she'd be a "daddy's girl"
back as far as anyone could remember. My wife's comment about women who
can't grow up came to mind. What can I say? Heck, if MY daughter looked
and dressed like Kelly when she was in her 30's I'd escort her alone to
church in a heartbeat! Her mother was never with them though, something
about a divorce from what I'd overheard Megan saying one time. Wow, talk
about your male fantasy machine at work... divorced father, hot
daughter... the things that come to mind (and dick) are simply too crazy
to be true but what if they were? Oh well, it made for a few good
masturbation sessions.
As my "hobby" continued, I'd watch the other husbands at church and take
solace in their unfulfilled fantasies of Kelly. At least I want the only
one dreaming about the unreachable star. Even so, I just hoped I wasn't
as obvious and looked so pitiful as some of these guys who couldn't help
but turn their heads and stare as the best ass in church made its way
past them.
At time I would fantasize I was Kelly's father. I'd see Kelly arrive to
church, five minutes late as usual, holding hands with her dad as they
found a pew. My dick throbbed as I took in the shape of her bare legs -
no need to wear hose when your legs were as tanned and smooth as hers.
Did she have any tan lines? Was she wearing panties under that short
pleated skirt? Was her pussy dripping with her father's cum after having
just fucked him in the parking lot which is why they were late? Oh yeah,
I had quite the fertile imagination when it came to Kelly, most likely a
product of too many nicest porn sites!
It was like I was some high school boy in heat to lust for a girl in this
way - more like a woman in Kelly's case. For crying out loud I was in my
thirties now, old enough to know better. Girls like Kelly never fall for
guys like me. Oh sure they tease and flirt but you can see it in their
smiles that they're enjoying the reactions more than any sense of actual
desire - on their part at least. Old to know better but still young
enough to not care, that was my motto.
The nights when Kelly would lead the women's study sucked, putting it
bluntly. You could almost feel the disappointment in the air when my
group of guys would learn that she wouldn't be putting on a show for us,
at least not until everyone was heading home when we might get a brief
glimpse. Plus then I had to worry about being caught by Megan. She
wasn't a dumb blonde by any means and I already heard enough griping
about how Kelly was dressed that night or what she would wear to church.
It may have been my imagination but sometimes I would get the idea she
wasn't griping so much about Kelly as watching to see my reaction to her
running commentary. It was like walking a tightrope as she would've been
even more suspicious if I tried acting as if I never noticed anything.
Still, I couldn't agree TOO much or then she was question why I'd been
looking enough to be able to make such an evaluation.
Chapter 4 - Kelly Weaves Her Web
================================
OK, it was just my imagination working in overdrive, my dick taking
control, a classic "Dear Penthouse" moment or whatever. No way had Kelly
actually flirted with me. Or had she?
I was watching the girls playing basketball in the gym one Wednesday
night. Molly wasn't exactly WNBA material to be sure but I tried to
cheer her on and encourage her. Kelly was acting as one of the coaches
who also served as referees, sort of a conflict of interest but it wasn't
like they were even keeping score. What happened next was totally my
fault and totally embarrassing. But no court in the world would convict
me - so long as my wife wasn't the jury foreman.
It was those damn shorts again. Well, not the exact same pair but
obviously from the same rack. Black this time instead of white but just
as tight and every bit as short, maybe even a little bit more so. When
Kelly would bend over to grab the ball her butt cheeks would briefly poke
out - not for long but an eternity for the men like me begging for
another ball to go out of bounds. And then when she would trot along the
sideline to keep up with the action. No way could she have a bra on, not
the way her breasts bounced and jiggled. I must have sort of zoned out
imagining my hands on each side, forcing them slowly down and off of her,
when suddenly it was like a train hit me in the head!
Turns out the train was an errant basketball and fortunately it hit me on
the side of the head and not directly on my nose. Still, it was enough
to sting and I shook my head to clear the ringing... or at least tried.
"Are you OK?" I heard an angelic voice ask. I opened my eyes and right
in from of me was none other than Kelly, my fantasy girl extraordinaire.
"Sorry, I guess I should've been watching closer," I started to apologize
as she tossed the ball back and the action resumed. Rather than turning
back to the game though, Kelly stuck with me apparently to check to be
sure I was OK.
"Maybe if you had been watching the GAME as close as you were watching my
bottom you would've seen it coming," she accused me teasingly.
"Uh... Uh...," I floundered, embarrassed now at being caught. Oh crap,
it was fun so long as she didn't see me but now I felt like some
perverted stalker.
"Oh it's OK... I really don't mind," she went on with a giggle almost
like Molly would have done. "Sort of a compliment if you ask me."
"Really, I wasn't staring at your...," I caught myself before I called it
her ass, "At your bottom."
Kelly's eyebrows raised and she smiled seductively - at least if you ask
me it was seductive. "Don't worry, I won't tell your wife if that's
what's bothering you. Like I said... to me it's a compliment when you
look at me that way."
From the tone she was apparently trying to let me know that this wasn't
the first time she'd caught me staring at her assets. I couldn't help
but blush, feeling every bit the shame of a sixteen year-old caught by
his mother jerking off in the bathroom.
"If you'd ever like to see more of it, just ask, OK?" she said almost
like an afterthought as she smiled and then turned back to the game.
My eyes widened. Did she really say that or was my dick driving my
imagination yet again? Even if she had, what exactly did she mean by it?
Well I can't say for sure what HER thoughts actually were I know what I
fantasized she meant later that evening as I masturbated.
For some reason, and maybe again it was just wishful thinking or male
hormones in overdrive, Kelly started flirting more openly with me, I mean
more so than she did with the rest of her "fans". Nothing major, just a
wink as she walked by, a little tongue running over her lips as she
caught my eye. While Molly never mentioned anything, I was getting more
status reports on her progress from Kelly - just quick comments about
schoolwork, her outfits, nothing really major but enough to warrant a few
sentences and then. Each time as she would finish she would give me that
damn smile again, like she knew I hadn't been listening to a word she
been saying. Funny thing... if that was true then she was right.
One time I was standing off to the side trying not to look too obvious as
I watched Kelly working with the kids. During a break she made it
appoint to stop by, something I was starting to look forward to more and
more.
"Molly's shorts are getting a little tight on her, don't you think?"
Kelly commented as if she was mentioning the weather, "But I don't
suppose you've noticed, have you dad?"
She grinned as I turned various shades of red. Like where had THAT come
from? True, now that she mentioned it I could see that maybe it was
nearing time to retire Molly's wardrobe as she'd be on a bit of a growth
spurt lately - and more than her legs were involved if I was being
honest. Still, I left that department to Megan as now way was I going to
say anything about my daughter making her way through puberty.
"Just curious," Kelly continued when I didn't respond, "Would you say
you're more a boob or an ass man?"
I almost choked on that one! Maybe that might be something a drinking
buddy might ask after a few beers but a married woman - and not my wife,
bringing up such a topic wasn't exactly something I was prepared for,
especially in the middle of a church gymnasium!
"If you don't want to answer that's OK," she said off-handedly, "But I'd
guessing you're into girl's butts, am I right? Either that or you don't
like my boobs."
Why not just ask me when I'd stop beating my wife? No right answer -
only minefields no matter what I said. Yet I couldn't say nothing...
could I?
"Your boobs... I mean your breasts, are incredible too Kelly," someone
said and then I realized that someone was ME! Oh god, had I really told
her that she had great boobs, like really straight to her face?
"Why thanks, I'm glad you like them!" she answered happily, grinning at
me as she moved off before I could say anything even more ridiculous for
a man my age and marital status.
Once the barn door had opened it was like the horses kept trotting out.
I wondered if it was just a game for her, just something to tease some
poor married father who'd been caught red-handed with his hand in the
cookie jar. Well, maybe I was WISHING my hand was in it but I'd
certainly been caught staring at it and now it was like I was paying the
price. It got to where she'd pass by me two or three times a night,
dropping a teasing comment about her ass or tits although she never
called them THAT, just her "bottom" or "boobs". I was masturbating
almost every day now imagining her next "fly-by". My porn collection was
almost forgotten as visions of a nude Kelly filled my thoughts when I was
jerking off.
She seemed to be having fun at my expense, there was no doubt about that.
At one point I almost felt a little anger. I wasn't just some teenage
boy available to be taunted by the school cock-teasing slut. I had at
least a little self-respect, didn't I? Maybe not as much as I gave
myself credit for though as I certainly never allowed my frustrations to
come forth and discourage Kelly's little game.
"Can you help me get something for the snacks tonight?" Kelly asked me
one night. Yeah, like I was going to refuse? I followed her down to the
end of the hallway to a storeroom I'd never noticed before. Looking
around it seemed more like a janitor's closet than a food storage room.
"What did you need help with?" I asked, being serious actually as I
looked and saw nothing but boxes of toilet paper, napkins and paper
towels.
"Do I make you horny?" I heard behind me, not really realizing I'd even
turned my back to her as I scanned the shelves.
"Huh?" was my instinctive response. OK, so not eloquent but she caught
me by surprise yet again. Kelly seemed to have quite a knack for doing
so it seemed.
I turned and saw Kelly leaning back against the door which she had
somehow shut without a sound. She was standing on one leg, the other
bent with her foot against the door as were her hands to her side. Then
I noticed her shorts and it wasn't just to admire how they form fit her
bubble ass. The top button was undone with the zipper down maybe half-
way. Even better, nothing was visible but bare skin through the opening.
"I just asked if I made you horny," she repeated softly, "Do you
masturbate about me when you go home after church?"
"What are you doing Kelly?" I responded automatically, as I'd been
"trained" to do after over thirty years of being raised in conservative
WASP neighborhoods. It was OK to LOOK, well, so long as you didn't get
caught being overly aggressive in doing so, but not to TOUCH. Window
shopping is OK but don't buy the goods.
"I know you do and it turns me on," she said in the most seductive voice
I'd ever heard. It was like the siren call of old, luring me into a trap
from which I could never escape if I followed.
"Kelly, I don't think we should be doing this," I tried to protest
weakly, "I'm married... you're married..."
"Is that all you're worried about?" she grinned, "It doesn't bother me
that you're married."
No mention of HER being married but somehow I was getting the idea that
it didn't matter for her.
As I stood there like a statue, my eyes alternating between her open
shorts, wishing she'd undo the zipper a little more, and those perfect
boobs which now threatened to spill out with only a single button holding
her blouse together. How or when the others had come undone I didn't
have a clue!
"Well, if you ever change your mind you know what to do," she said
suddenly, the seductive tone flipping to dead pan flat instantly as she
buttoned her blouse and did he shorts back again. She opened the door
and then it was back - that sultry smile and tongue sticking out just
barely between her lips as she wet them.
And that was it. She was gone and I was left standing in the middle of
the tiny room with an all-to-noticeable erection threatening to burst
through my jeans! No way could I return in this condition so I paced in
circles as I tried to erase the image of Kelly all but asking me to fuck
her. I mean, that IS what she meant, didn't she?
What an idiot! All this time I'd dreamed of just this very thing
happening and then when it did I'd frozen like a teenage boy getting his
first glimpse of a girl's bra - at least first time when a girl was
wearing it. What if I had responded to her teasing properly, called her
bluff? WAS she just bluffing or did she somehow know I would never have
been able to respond given such a surprise with no notice?
Damn I was so fucking HARD! No way this was going down and it wasn't
like I didn't have enough napkins available so I shut the door and
dropped my jeans and underwear, leaning back against the door to make
sure it stayed shut in case the lock failed. It was literally less than
thirty seconds and I was shooting buckets into the napkins in my hand,
soaking them with my cum as I imagined Kelly dropping those damn short
shorts to the floor and turning to allow me to fuck her from behind.
Even so it took another few minutes before my swollen member dropped down
to manageable size, the whole time I was almost shivering with fear that
someone might try to come in and then wonder what I'd been doing inside
with the door locked - all alone at that. Finally I made my way back and
joined in the crowd, just in time as it was as everyone was leaving for
home. Megan spotted me and joined me.
"Where have you been?" she asked, "We got out a little early but I didn't
see you with the other fathers."
I mumbled something about taking care of business to which she took the
hint and just rolled her eyes, saying something about TMI. It was an old
fallback that never failed to end a conversation I didn't want to
continue and thankfully it worked as well as ever.
Just then Kelly went by, totally ignoring me which was actually not a bad
thing with Megan right next to me. Still, only a few minutes ago she'd
all but stripped for me and begged me to fuck her and now it was like she
didn't know me. OK, so a little exaggeration but that was my story and I
was sticking to it.
"Oh for goodness sakes," Megan huffed, "Can you believe it?"
I pretended to have no idea what she was talking about but Megan wasn't
buying it. "Don't give me that. Look, every man here is looking at her
like moths to a flame," she griped, "I'd never let Molly wear anything
like that even at home, let alone to church. It's disgusting."
"Well, you know dear, Molly's starting to outgrow a few outfits of her
own these days," I tried to take advantage of an opening to change the
subject. Out of the pan... into the fire...
"Since when would YOU notice?" Megan cut me off accusingly, "Dang it
Keith, what's getting into you lately?"
I paused outside by the car as the kids jumped in and were out of
earshot. "What the heck do you mean by THAT?"
Megan frowned and looked at me accusingly. "I'm not stupid Keith and I'm
certainly not blind. You think I don't know what you do in the bathroom
every night?"
"Oh give me a break!" I came back defensively. I quickly got in the car
with the kids, effectively ending this line of conversation but something
told me it wasn't to be the last of it.
Despite her words, I was so horny that I couldn't stop myself. When I
thought she was asleep I slipped out of bed and locked myself in the
bathroom. I was already hard as a pipe and quickly came as I dreamed of
Kelly's ass being revealed as she slowly dropped those shorts in front of
me. As I came I imagined my cock buried in her tight pussy, so much
tighter than Megan's even though she had the same number of kids.
Slipping back silently in bed, I pretended not to notice when Megan shock
my shoulder gently and then harder.
"Feel better?" she whispered sarcastically, "For your sake I hope so
'cause don't think you're getting the real thing again for a while."
I just stayed silent, figuring anything I had to say would only make
things worse. If anything I was angry. So I wasn't going to get any,
eh? Yeah, not like I was getting any as it was so what's the difference.
I found myself thinking that I'd bet Kelly's husband never went two
nights in a row without getting some of hers.
True to her word Megan shut me off. There had to be more to it than just
a comment about our daughter's attire but what I couldn't be sure. Had
she found my porn stash again? No, I was pretty sure that if she had the
blowup would have been even bigger than the last time, especially since
now it was highlighted by my photo album of Kelly. Did she have any idea
of my lust for Kelly? Was that part of why she was so critical of her?
Whatever it was it was just me and the one arm bandit for the next couple
of weeks. It didn't help that for whatever reason not even Kelly was
giving me the time of day. Was she mad at me for turning her down?
Something told me not many guys ever turned down an open invitation from
her.
All I knew was I was SO damn horny and none of the women in my life were
doing anything to help. To my horror I was even starting to look at my
daughter a little closer. She wasn't a Kelly, that was for sure but she
WAS developing curves where they'd been missing before and I couldn't
help but think that if she wasn't my daughter...
Chapter 5 - Crossing the Line
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It was like being back at square one with Kelly. After turning her down
she'd stopped flirting with me, at least stopped any of the more personal
attempts and now it was just the usual general teasing she did for all
the husbands in her fan club. God, it was like every night now I relived
that moment in the closet, dreaming of how things might have been if I
hadn't been so stupid. If only I could turn back the clock and be given
another chance. I certainly wouldn't blow it this time, that was for
sure!
Then one Sunday morning after the service Kelly became separated from her
dad, something that almost never seemed to happen but he was caught up
talking to someone about who knows what, leaving her standing alone just
outside the door waiting patiently for him. She looked like an angel,
her figure outlined perfectly in a white dress that hugged every curve
and line of her body like it was spray-painted on. It was just plain
white with no frills but in its simplicity it looked incredibly erotic.
Either she wasn't wearing a damn thing under it or underwear technology
had advanced into the 22nd century as there wasn't so much as a ripple
anywhere that might indicate a bra or panties hiding underneath. She was
just standing there, hands crossed as she held a small white purse that
matched her dress and heels. I noticed a beautiful gold chain around her
ankle and wondered who had given it to her... and why.
Megan had told me to go to the car and wait as she would be a few minutes
late so with some time to kill and being horny as usual I figured what
the heck, why not? Most likely had I hesitated my nerve would have
failed and nothing would ever have happened but this time I wasn't going
to fail, not again.
"Need some help with anything?" I asked her with a gentle smile.
Kelly looked at me as if she had x-ray vision, peering into the very
depths of my soul as if she could see my every intention.
"I guess that depends on what you want to help me with?" she came back
non-committal.
"I think you know," I tried to tease back but she wasn't having any of
it. It was like she had given me a chance once and now that I'd blown it
I was going to have to beg for another chance. Well, if begging would
work I was game.
"Look, I know I messed up and I wanted to make it up to you."
Her eyes brightened just a little. "And just how do you intend to do
THAT?"
I really hadn't thought this through, that was becoming apparent. I'd
just assumed that since she had all but thrown herself at me once that
all I would need to do was let her know I was ready and willing and she'd
take me up on my offer without question. Guess that's what you get when
you assume something.
"Dinner maybe?"
What the hell made me say THAT? I'd panicked and it just came out. How
was I going to get away with taking her to dinner? In any case, why
would she want me to take he n the first place? This was worse than the
first time I tried asking a girl to dance!
To my surprise for the first time she really brightened up and smile.
"Oh wow, that sound like fun! When do you want to take me?"
"First of all, it's Keith," I corrected her, actually more stalling for
time as I had no idea whatsoever where, when, or how I was going to pull
this off. I'd created quite a mess for myself and boy did I ever step in
the middle of it.
"OK then Keith, " she giggled, "I accept. Text me."
I was about to say something about how I had no idea what her number was
when her dad came through the door.
"Hi daddy," she greeted him, snuggling up against him more like her
husband than a father. Lucky him I thought at first and then I corrected
myself. Actually he had to be the most unlucky guy in church with her
being so intimate with him yet at the same time being his daughter.
They walked away arm in arm as I was left wondering what the hell I'd
gone and gotten myself mixed up with. Then Megan and the kids joined me
and we left to have lunch at the local Eat 'N Park. It was hard to keep
my mind on what everyone was saying as it seemed all I could think about
was taking Kelly out to dinner. But dinner? In all my masturbation
fantasizes going out to dinner hadn't played a part.
That night I was surprised when I felt Megan's hand reaching into my
pajama bottoms. Without a word we made love, something we hadn't done in
weeks now. Yet as I thrust into my wife all I could think about was what
it would be like to have Kelly under me, to have Kelly moaning with lust
for me to fuck her harder. After I'd finished I rolled onto my back and
Megan snuggled up next to me with her arm across my chest.
"I missed that," she whispered.
"I love you," I answered, feeling like a total heel as I did as in my
mind it was Kelly's perfect breasts pressed against me, it was her slim
tanned leg draped over mine, her bare pussy (I assumed) pressed into my
hip bone that I was thinking about as I said those empty words.
I'll never forget that moment. It was at that exact moment in time that
I crossed the line. It was no longer just a jerk-off fantasy. It wasn't
just fooling around acting like a teenager in heat stalking a pretty
girl. I knew what I wanted then more than anything else in the world...
I was going to fuck Kelly.
Chapter 6 - Dream Come True or Nightmare?
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First things first... how was I supposed to text Kelly when I didn't even
know her phone number? Then it hit me. Duh! She was in the church
directory. Of course whatever number in there would be her cell phone.
Who even had a land line anymore? Certainly not anyone her age.
A quick look on-line to the church youth site and that road block was
cleared. Next step - where? It couldn't be TOO far away as it wasn't
like it could be an overnight trip yet at the same time I couldn't take
any chances that somebody might recognize us. I gave it about a 24 hour
grace period before Megan found out if that should happen. Searching
around I finally found a nice Italian place that wasn't really all that
far away yet small enough and tucked away in an out obscure location that
the odds were miniscule we'd be seen by any one of consequence. Heck,
I'd never head of the town myself, let alone recognized the name of the
restaurant.
Hurdle #2 cleared. Next problem to address was when. I didn't want to
wait too long, not after having finally taken the step of no return as I
liked to refer to it now. Yet what excuse was I going to use? Good
fortune must have been smiling at me when I looked at the calendar.
Megan had entered a date for some women's conference in the north hills
region along with hotel information. Somewhere along the line I'm sure
she mentioned it to me but most likely I'd just let it go in one ear and
out the other since it was probably another boring "men-bashing"
conference. I wondered if she was planning on taking Molly? Hmmmmmm,
sounded like something I might suggest if she wasn't.
That just left Ryan. It was a Friday night and so hopefully he might be
going out with friends. Maybe even a date of his own if things were
working out with this girl he'd been swooning over recently. In any case
he'd be out late - hopefully late enough not to know, or care, about his
father's whereabouts.
Plans in hand, I texted Kelly before I lost my nerve. I have to save
hitting "send" was one of the most nerve-wracking yet erotic moments
ever. No take-backs. Once it was gone it was irretrievable and I was
committed. Probably a good thing as I'd be second-guessing myself from
then until next Friday night!
****************
The women were gone - Megan and Molly had left mid-afternoon for their
retreat. Molly thought it was a GREAT idea when I suggested she go with
her mom now that she was a big girl. Megan was concerned about the extra
cost which normally would have put me in high alert as well but I was so
gracious in telling them not to worry, or so they assumed. Nothing like
getting major husband-daddy points for agreeing to something that allowed
me to cheat on my wife!
As for Ryan, he had a date with his new girlfriend. Last thing I needed
was for him to get home before me so I teased him about making sure he
was home before mid-night. Teenage boys can be pretty easy to manipulate
at times and my reverse psychology worked like a charm. I got back a,
"Oh Dad!" and I knew he was out until at least 2:00AM now. Oh well, let
HER dad worry about them getting in late.
It was finally 7:00PM and I was a nervous as a schoolboy on his first
date. Was this for real? All I'd gotten back from Kelly as a simple,
"K" for my text messaging efforts. C'mon, has it gotten so bad that
people can't even take the time to spell out "OK" anymore or am I just
showing my age?
After a shower I'd picked out a nice pair of khaki slacks and a simple
white short sleeved shirt. For a brief moment I toyed with the idea of
not wearing underwear but after trying on the slacks without them I felt
totally weird so I ended up with a new pair of black boxers Megan had
just bought me. A few years before she'd announced she hated me in my
whitey-tighties and thrown them all out to be replaced by colored boxers.
It took a while to get accustomed to "swinging loose" but I have to admit
that I've grown to like them. A pair of brown loafers and socks and I
was done. It's great to be a guy! Five minutes to dress, a little
deodorant and I was ready to go. Megan wouldn't have even picked out her
outfit yet, let alone finished with the ridiculous makeup and hair
rituals.
Before I left I ran over everything in my mind and then I thought of
something. Whew, almost blew it! I pulled out my phone and turned off
the location services. All I needed was for Megan to get nosey and look
me up only to find me someplace unexpected. It would be far easier to
explain why my phone had unexpectedly changed its settings than to come
up with an excuse as to what I was doing in a part of town we'd never
been.
On the way I stopped at the bank and pulled out some cash from the ATM.
Again, I may have been crazy paranoid about covering my tracks but I
figured it was best to not have any credit card records from this
evening. Even though I handled all the bank records such that the odds
were she'd never notice, it would be just my luck something would come up
to where we'd look at the account and then I'd have to explain the
unexplainable.
Another close call... I was about to program in Kelly's address into the
GPS as I wasn't exactly sure how to get there. The roads in Pittsburgh
are the classic case of "can't get there from here". Nothing runs in a
straight line! Just in time I pulled my hand away like my phone was on
fire remembering that anything I entered would stay in the history -
another thing to explain that couldn't be explained, especially if she
checked to see what was at that address!
Without the aid of the GPS I made a few wrong turns but I finally found
Kelly's apartment complex. After parking the car I realized this was one
step I hadn't thought through sufficiently. Was she going to be waiting
outside for me or did I have to go to her door like some boy on a date?
If I had to knock then who would answer? Suddenly my stomach knotted.
This was insane!
Not seeing her anywhere, I summoned the courage to walk to her apartment
door. I stood there for several minutes before finally taking a deep
breath and knowing twice. Damn! My worst fear was realized when the
door opened and who should appear but Kelly's husband! Ummmmm, talk
about awkward. Well, it was for me anyway. On the other hand Steve
seemed quite amused at my discomfort.
"Hey Kelly!" Steve grinned and then turned and said loudly enough such
that I was sure the entire complex could hear, "Your date's here!"
Steve turned back to me and offered for me to step inside. "She'll be
late to her own funeral," he sighed, shaking his head. After he closed
the door he grinned again at me and added, "So you're the guy who's going
to fuck my wife tonight, eh?"
Can't say I've ever had THAT one tossed my way before! My face was
burning with embarrassment and had I been of sound mind and body I
would've run out the door and forgotten the entire evening. At first I
thought he was taunting me or maybe just trying to get a rise out of me.
Worse, maybe he was out to humiliate me? I just knew that had the tables
been turned I couldn't see myself having a casual conversation with some
older guy my wife was planning on committing adultery with that evening.
I hemmed and hawed which just got Steve to laugh as he slapping me on the
back like we were old-time buddies. "Aww, just messing with you Keith...
it IS Keith, right? Guess I'm getting older, just can't keep track of
all her guys it seems."
OK, so NOW he was messing with me but at least he admitted it. Not that
it made me feel any better. Was this like the price I was having to pay
for the privilege of seeing Kelly privately? Yet again I was back in my
younger days, waiting for Megan to some out while her father grilled me
relentlessly. Just then I got a glimpse of Kelly as she scampered from
what must have been the bathroom to their bedroom wearing what looked to
be nothing but a small towel around her body.
"Be there in a minute Keith!" she called out from the bedroom where the
door had been left open.
"Wow, she must like you," Steve chuckled, "Usually I would have given her
another ten or twenty minutes before she was anywhere close to being
ready."
He called THAT close? Nothing but a towel wrapped around her? OK, so
now he'd moved from taunting me to being a used car salesman selling me a
bill of goods. Oh this car was made just for you... She must like you...
yep, they were one and the same.
"Look Keith, I'm sorry," Steve apologized, suddenly more serious. "Just
remember one thing, OK? If she doesn't come home happy... well, you
know."
I started to try to say something - what I have no idea but thankfully he
didn't wait for an answer as he left me standing there finally alone. He
disappeared down the hallway and turned into the room where I'd seen
Kelly entering a few seconds earlier. From there it was like eternity.
Remember what I said about men getting ready faster than women? Well,
Kelly was making Megan seem like a speed-dresser. It seemed like hours
but later when I checked out the time on the dashboard clock in my car I
realized it was more like ten or fifteen minutes when finally she
appeared. Thankfully Steve remained nowhere in sight. My god, she
looked incredible!
"Hi Keith, sorry to keep you waiting," she greeted me, "Like my dress?"
Like it? I LOVED it! A pale blue sundress that had the initial
appearance of being almost sheer yet somehow managed to barely hide what
was underneath. Tiny spaghetti straps over her bare shoulders struggled
to hold up the bustline enough to cover her boobs and even then I was
guessing the clearance from the top of the material down to her nipples
could have been measured in millimeters. No bra - that was apparent from
the outline of her nipples through the smooth thin material yet it was
amazing how perky they were knowing she'd had two kids. No sagging like
Megan's. It hugged her torso and then her hips, ending in a hemline that
seemed more appropriate for a figure skating outfit than a dress for
wearing in public. My immediate thoughts were to wonder if there was
anything under it but it did hang low enough to cover her ass and then a
little more - although not much more!
Then there were her legs... oh my god! Perfectly shaped, tanned, smooth
as silk without a blemish. Her matching blue heels were impossibly tall
- how do girl even stand up in them? The effect on her leg muscles made
her legs look even better - if that was possible. She even had matching
blue polish on her finger and toe nails. A simple gold chain around her
right ankle, a similar gold chain around her neck with a small but
exquisite diamond cross, large diamond earrings (they had to have set
someone back a pretty penny!) and her wedding ring were all the jewelry
she wore.
Kelly twirled with her hands over her head which had the dual effect of
raising the skirt sufficiently to answer my initial question. Yes, she
WAS wearing underwear if you can call her miniscule thong legitimate
underwear. From behind you'd almost think she was wearing nothing as all
there was were some thin strands around her waist and then down almost
hidden within her butt crack. In front the strings met at a small piece
of triangular pale blue cloth that matched the sundress. Either she was
shaved totally or 99% as it wasn't hiding much, that was for sure.
"You look incredible," I somehow managed to croak out in a hoarse voice
as she flicked back her blonde hair which was hanging loose over her
shoulders.
"Thank you Keith, you're always so sweet to me," she replied moving in
closer to me. Then to my surprise she threw her arms around my neck and
pulled me down until she could kiss me. My arms hung uselessly to my
side as her tongue almost immediately emerged and pushed into my mouth.
I didn't know quite what to do having never intimately kissed another
married woman before, let alone in the middle of her living room with her
husband and most likely two daughters somewhere nearby.
"You know you CAN put your arms around me when we kiss," she giggled,
reaching down and grabbing my one arm and pushing it behind her.
Somehow until now it had all been some kind of dream, as if it never was
REALLY going to happen. As I reached around her slim body, wrapping my
arms around her and pulling her in tightly against me, suddenly it all
seemed VERY real. Holy crap, I was actually holding her and kissing the
girl of my dreams, the girl I'd masturbated about so many times! At
first I just kept my arms around her back but then as our kiss
intensified it was like caution went to the wind and I reached down and
grabbed her perfect ass, one perfect buttock in each hand. God she felt
so good! Firm and round, almost like Megan's had been so very long ago
only better.
"Maybe we don't even need to go out," she offered as we finally broke our
kiss. At first I thought she was teasing me but from the look in her
eyes I could see she was being quite real.
"But Steve... the kids," I stumbled.
"You kidding?" she giggled, "Steve would LOVE to watch and it's nothing
the girls haven't seen before."
A bridge too far was how I'd always remember it although I admit now when
I look back I want to kill myself for not taking her up on it. How was I
to know it was a one-time offer? OK, so maybe somewhere along the line
she'd mentioned the night would never be repeated but it must have gone
in one ear and out the other as who would be listening to such trifles
when she was so close?
"OK, then let's get going," she said, suddenly changing course. Without
so much as a goodbye to her family we were quickly out the door and to my
car. I started to go to my side as she approached the passenger door but
then I noticed her just standing by the door.
"Forgetting something?" she asked innocently.
Either I was too nervous or just a moron. Whichever didn't matter as I'd
already started the evening off wrong. Damn, how could I not have opened
the door for her? I quickly moved around the car and opened the door.
"Why thank you Keith, you're such a gentleman," she said without a hint
of irony as she lowered herself in.
The sundress immediately pulled up but she made no effort to do anything
about it, acting as though she didn't even notice that it was now almost
up to her waist, enough that I could see the small outline of her tiny
thong between those fantastic tanned legs. As I made my way back to the
driver door my eyebrows raised. Oh boy... what was I getting myself
into?
It was about a thirty minute drive to the restaurant during which Kelly
kept up a running conversation focused mostly on my wife and daughter.
She asked what they were doing this evening, how they were doing in
general, and generally the sort of questions I might expect from most
anyone interested in my family life. Nothing TOO personal or intrusive
but she did seem genuinely interested in them both. We talked about
church and how Molly was doing in the youth group. I noticed the subject
of the women's bible study wasn't mentioned much except to remind me that
it was one of those things where people didn't talk about what was said.
So much for getting the goods on what Megan was telling people about us.
I used the valet parking and noticed the eyes of the college kid fixated
on my date's ass as she made her way out of the car. Kelly DID make a
rather perfunctory effort to tug the hem down when she stood up, not that
it made a whole lot of difference in terms of percentage of coverage of
those fantastic legs and ass!
Inside we were quickly seated thanks to the reservations I'd made in a U-
shaped booth. It was large enough to accommodate up to six people which
gave us the option of sitting opposite each other at each end or scooting
in to sit next to each other facing outwards. I allowed Kelly to sit
first and waited before sitting on the opposite side to see where she
would roost. It was all I could do not to do a fist pump as she worked
her way inwards to sit inside, waiting for me to join her and take the
adjoining seat which I quickly did.
"This is nice," she commented, her hand disappearing under the long
tablecloth to rest on my thigh. The waiter handed us our menus and took
our drink orders. I wasn't sure what to order, not knowing what her
preference in alcohol was, only to be a bit surprised when all she asked
for was a Diet Coke! So much for my mixed drink as I ordered an ice tea
to match.
"You can order a drink if you want Keith," she told me, "I've just never
been one much for alcohol."
I assured her I was just fine with my selection after which the waiter
disappeared, finally leaving us alone.
Before I could say anything, Kelly turned to me with her hand still
planted firmly on my leg, out of sight from us both under the white table
cloth.
"So tell me Keith... when you masturbated about being with me tonight
what did you imagine me doing at dinner?"
Oh boy! This was turning into a night with all sorts of new situations.
First, she just seemed to assume I'd masturbated about this but I
couldn't be upset as she was right! Then again, what normal guy wouldn't
have? But to then ASK me about it... THAT hadn't been part of the
fantasy. Really, how do you even answer such a question?
"If you don't want to answer that's OK Keith," she comforted me, "Was it
anything like this though?"
I had just taken a sip of my ice tea as a stall tactic after her first
question when she asked this one, moving her hand up my thigh at the same
time until the palm of her hand was planted firmly on my crotch. Oh
yeah... in my wildest dreams this was it except now I wasn't just
dreaming as I jerked off in private!
"Hmmmmmm, I was hoping for a little more," she teased me with a pout,
"Does this help?"
I could feel her tugging at my zipper as I glanced around, positive that
everyone in the restaurant must be watching us but realistically nobody
seemed to care about us. Thankfully so as I felt my zipper being tugged
down until her hand tried to work its way inside. Suddenly I was
regretting the choice of boxers. Damn, why had I worried about being
comfortable?
With the boxers blocking her way, Kelly gripped my rapidly rising dick in
her hand through the cotton material. For a brief, horrible moment I
thought I was going to blow right then and there!
"Hmmmmmm, I think it likes this, don't you agree Keith?" Kelly said
softly as she took a sip from her Diet Coke with her free hand as she
gripped my all but fully erect dick in the other.
Wouldn't you know it but that was when our attentive waiter returned,
checking to see if we were ready to order. I fully expected Kelly to
pull her hand out of my pants the moment he appeared but while she
stopped her gentle pumping action, there was zero attempt at withdrawal.
Then again, I suppose if she had then it would've been even more obvious.
Still, I felt the blood rushing to my cheeks as I turned my attention to
the menu while Kelly's hand gripped me.
Somehow I managed to order the steak special. Really, at that point I
could have just told him to give me anything so long as he just
disappeared! Kelly ordered the fresh fish special - whatever it was as I
wasn't listening too well and it didn't make any difference to me anyways
at this moment.
As soon as he left us Kelly pulled her hand from my pants and grabbed her
small purse which until now I hadn't even noticed. Where the heck had
she been hiding that? Then again, if it hadn't been attached to her
breasts or ass the odds were pretty good I would never have seen it.
"I need to use the little girl's room," she announced as she scooted her
way out, leaving me with my pants undone and an erection as hard as a
steel pipe. No way was I going anywhere in this condition!
I watched her beautiful ass gently swaying as she walked slowly away.
Surely she had to know I was staring at it - along with every other male
in the place from what I could tell. I sat there with my hands clasped
above the table, my erection still throbbing under the table.
Surprisingly, she was back in less than five minutes.
"Miss me?" she asked as she made her way back around the table next to
me.
"What do you think?" I tried to joke.
Kelly reached down under the table again and did a brief check to verify
my erection was still there before pulling her hand back out again much
to my disappointment.
"Well, here's something in case you DO forget about me next time," she
teased, reaching into her purse and pulling out a small piece of blue
cloth.
"You might want to put this in your pocket before everyone sees it," she
giggled as she handed me her thing. Damn! I quickly scrunched it up and
thrust it into my jacket side pocket. As I did, Kelly bounced up just a
little with her hands to her side and I could see just enough to know
that her sundress was now pulled up to where there was nothing between
her fine ass and the booth seat - not that there had been much to start.
"These seats are cold!" she giggled as she wiggled her butt. She looked
at me in the eyes and added, "It doesn't bother you that I'm not wearing
anything underneath my dress, does it Keith?"
"Well, not like you were wearing all that much before," I said trying to
sound humorous.
"You can keep it if you want," she came back. At first I wasn't 100%
sure what she meant which she must have seen in my expression so she
added, "My thong silly... you can keep it if you want."
Married too long - my only excuse and defense as my first thought was
where the hell would I keep them so Megan would never find them?
It wasn't long before Kelly's wandering hand was back in my pants.
"Dang, don't these have an opening in front?" she said under her breath
more to herself I think than to me. She seemed to be a little frustrated
and yet again I cursed my decision to wear them in the first place.
"Ahhhhhh!" she sighed triumphantly as her fingers found their way between
the sides of the elusive opening and I was finally treated to the feel of
her small hand as her fingers encircled my rigid dick.
Between her trip to the restroom and the time it took to figure out my
damn boxers, no sooner had her hand gripped me than our waiter appeared
with a large tray and folding table to set it on. Again I expected Kelly
to release her grip but now that she had me it was like she was more
determined than even before to keep ahold of it. This time though I
noticed our waiter taking a quick glance and I swear he allowed a smile
to crack for just a moment. Yeah, he knew the score.
"Anything else I can get either of you?" he asked when everything had
been placed in front of us, "More water, bread... maybe some napkins?"
If looks could kill the damn kid would've vaporized from the glare I gave
him. Napkins indeed! I suppose he thought he was being quite clever.
Kelly, on the other hand, took it all in stride.
"I'm OK for now but Keith... now that he mentioned it you might need some
napkins soon."
The girl was outrageous! By throwing it right back at the waiter it was
his turn to turn a bit red having his supposedly "cute" comment actually
validated. The waiter excused himself after which Kelly laughed and
gripped my dick all the tighter.
"Did you see the look on his face?" she giggled, "Well, I suppose we
should eat now. I can always have dessert later."
She just grinned naughtily at me as she gave my aching cock one last
squeeze before pulling her hand out. Just when I thought we were back to
"normal" she put her hand to her nose and sniffed.
"Mmmmmmm, I LOVE the scent of a horny man," she whispered to me and
smiled.
For the next twenty minutes or so we ate our meal and the conversation
went back to everyday events and other generally mundane topics. I kept
waiting for her to jerk me off. Even more so, I found myself recalling
some of my masturbation fantasies, hoping she might find a way to crawl
under the table and blow me with the table cloth providing cover. In my
fantasy the waiter would check up on us and ask if she had gone to the
lady's room after which I would just nod while her mouth engulfed me.
Maybe I'd even cum right there in front of the waiter! Alas, there's a
reason such things are called fantasies!
Our illustrious waiter checked in as we finished, asking if we wanted to
see the dessert menu. If there was anything at that moment I did NOT
want to see it was anything that would keep us in the restaurant any
longer than necessary!
"No... I don't think so," Kelly answered as my response was delayed. She
looked at me then and smiled before turning back to the waiter, "I think
I'll have MY dessert when we get home."
She looked at the waiter and licked her lips seductively. There was no
doubt in any of our minds what she was referring to, that was for sure!
"Indeed madam," the waiter nodded as he presented Keith with the check,
"Some napkins to go perhaps?"
Now he was being a jerk but Kelly seemed to revel in the game. "No, that
won't be necessary," she answered with a naughty grin, "I swallow."
Clearly the game was going out of bounds now for our poor waiter! He'd
seemed so cocky up until then but he didn't have a comeback for Kelly's
blunt retort. He quickly took the check and Keith's credit card and then
hurried off without another word.
"You're incredible," I said for what must have been the hundredth time
already that night.
"Cool! Did you see the look on his face when I told him I swallow?" she
giggled. The she turned towards me and smiled, "Oh and I do by the
way... swallow I mean."
"Well we'll just have to find out," I answered, suddenly feeling my oats
a bit and trying not to appear to be such an old fuddy-dud.
The waiter returned and simply dropped off the charge receipt and card
with a simple thank you and then hurried off. Evidently he'd met his
match with Kelly!
"So now where?" she asked. I realized then I hadn't really confirmed my
plans for the night.
"My place?" I asked, hoping against hope she wouldn't for some reason
prefer some place more like a hotel room.
"Perfect..." she said softly, almost to herself than answering me. It
made me wonder WHY it was so perfect but then I wasn't about to look the
proverbial horse in the mouth, not tonight at least!
As I started to make my way out of the booth, Kelly giggled yet again.
"Ummmmm, Keith..." she said, nodding towards my crotch. Damn, I was
totally unzipped and with my dick still hard it was threatening to poke
right out! It was then I asked myself had I ever gone through an entire
dinner before with a raging hard-on the entire time? Not in my memory,
that was for sure.
I noticed this time when she worked her way out from the booth that she
was a little more attentive to her dress, tugging it down as she stood
up. She must have noticed me watching.
"Well, can't exactly put on TOO much of a show here, you know?" she
explained, "Unless you want to give me back what you have in your pocket.
Some things only YOU get to see tonight".
At this moment was there a man in the world luckier than me?
*********************
As horny as I was, I pretty much expected the drive to my house to be
about the same as the earlier drive to the restaurant but yet again I
underestimated Kelly. No sooner than the car was brought up for us and
we were on the road than she was pulling up her hemline and exposing her
bare pussy!
"You know I shaved extra careful for you tonight Keith," she declared as
if it was perfectly normal for her to expose herself to another man and
discuss her hygiene practices.
I was too awe-struck to respond so she just flipped the bottom of her
sundress back down and turned to me smiling. "So how far to your house?"
I estimated maybe 30 minutes to which she replied, "I bet you can't hold
out before we get there."
I started to ask what she meant by "hold out" but it quickly became
apparent as she reached over the console and undid my slacks for the
second time that night. This time she undid the belt first and along
with it the top button making it easier for her to unzip me.
"I hate underwear," she murmured as she pulled the elastic band out from
my belly with one hand as she reached inside with the other, searching
for my erection hiding inside. Well, at that moment nobody hated it more
than me!
"There!" she sighed triumphantly as she pulled my underwear down until my
dick was exposed, her hand gripping it firmly about mid-way up the shaft.
She looked at me and grinned. "I've been dreaming about this all day!"
With that she bent over and took me in her mouth. Oh my god, Kelly was
sucking me! It was everything I'd dreamed of... and more. No matter how
I might have fantasized about it nothing could compare with the actual
feel of her warm wet mouth as it surrounded my hard cock while her tongue
ran along the side and over the tip. In the first ten seconds she
already was making me feel better than Megan ever had with her feeble
attempt at pleasuring me orally. I think what made the real difference
was that with Megan it was forced, never done because she wanted to do
it. Kelly, on the other hand, obviously enjoyed sucking me!
"Oh god," I sighed, swerving slightly as my cock twitched in her mouth.
"Eyes on the road!" she reminded me, taking her mouth off of my dick just
long enough to serve her warning.
At least twenty minutes before we got home. As for "holding out", well
that was a forgone conclusion from the moment I felt her talented mouth
on me. It wasn't a question of whether I'd make it not, just at what
address along the way I'd be blowing my wad into her waiting mouth! It
wasn't like she was taking her time either. If anything it was almost
like she WANTED to make me cum as fast as possible. The way her tongue
played along my shaft was impossible to describe other than it created
the most erotic sensations I've ever felt with my horny dick. She didn't
just suck my cock, she made love to it. None of this head-bob forever
crap, not for my Kelly. She WORKED my dick, sometimes with it in her
mouth, other times kissing it or running it between her lips as she made
her way up and down my hard shaft over and over again.
Perhaps the most incredible sensation though was when she would press her
head down and engulf me totally within her mouth, the first time in my
life I'd been deep-throated. OK, so I'm not a porn star with a huge dick
but it's not exactly all THAT small. I could actually feel it entering
her throat, almost like I was fucking her pussy as it pressed into her.
How she didn't gag I'll never know but she was good... DAMN good! Kelly
would bury her face into my pubic hair, twisting so her cheeks and nose
rubbed against my coarse pubic hair.
"Fuck I'm cumming!" I groaned, "You're making me cum!"
At this point in my usual masturbation scenario she would pull her head
off my cock and look up at me, begging me to cum on her face and all over
her tits before diving back down to finish me off. Well, she HAD said
she swallowed, hadn't she? And swallow she did as I blasted into her
mouth with her lips acting as a seal around my shaft, sucking me and
literally pulling my erupting cum from my cock into her waiting mouth. I
could feel her mouth moving as she swallowed twice to make room for the
rest of my cum, never once relaxing her grip on my shaft with her lips to
allow anything to escape.
When I'd finished she sat up in her seat and grinned at me. I pulled up
to a stoplight at that moment and for once in my life I said a silent
prayer to thank that the light was red! I turned to her and watched as
she opened her mouth and stuck out her cum-covered tongue before closing
her mouth and swallowing down the remainder. Then she once again exposed
her tongue to demonstrate that it was now all gone - buried deep in her
belly now.
"Mmmmmmm, now THAT's what I call a dessert," she said softly as she
smiled at me, "And check it out... no napkins required!"
The light turned green and I was forced to pay attention to the road so I
didn't even notice her until I felt her mouth on my spent cock again.
"Mmmmmmm, you taste so damn good," she sighed as she sucked on my
dwindling shaft, "I could suck this all night!"
Well, if that's what she wanted... why not? Then again, truth be told I
had someplace else I was hoping to fit my hard dick into before the night
was over.
She didn't say another word as I drove the remaining distance to my
house, never once taking her mouth off of me the entire way as she gently
suckled my cock. Well, I'm not exactly eighteen anymore and as I drove I
found myself worrying as to whether or not I'd be able to get it back up
again any time soon. Maybe I should have taken up my doctor's offer of
the Viagra last time I'd seen him?
In the end there was nothing to worry as I wasn't taking into account the
effect Kelly would have on me after being accustomed to the lackluster
love life I'd had all these past years. This was the first time in my
life anyone had taken me in her mouth like this and I was pleasantly
surprised at the results as by the time we reached my driveway I was
already responding - and in record time!
"We're here," I announced as I opened the garage door remotely and then
closed it after driving in so no none of our nosy neighbors would see who
was exiting. Kelly didn't respond, instead she just kept sucking my cock
like a calf nursing on its mother.
"Kelly, we're here!" I said a little louder this time with the car now
turned off.
Kelly finally lifted her head and smiled at me, gripping my semi-erect
shaft in her hand.
"Sorry, just was enjoying myself," she explained with a smile, "Can't
blame a girl for that, can you? Like I said, I LOVE sucking cock!"
"Let's go in where we can be more comfortable," I offered to which she
seemed to reluctantly agree. We got out of the car and entered the house
into the laundry room from the garage.
*********************
So here I was, standing in my empty house with Kelly, the woman of my
dreams. I looked at my watch. Damn, the night was going by so fast! It
would take at least an hour to drive her home and get back and I didn't
dare be gone if anyone came home. The girls were unlikely to come home
but it was Ryan that I was concerned about. Not that he would ask me
anything worrisome but I was more worried he might make some comment
later the next day.. or week, or whenever for that matter which would
make Megan ask me what he was taking about. No, I HAD to be home for
good when he got back from his date and I couldn't assume he'd be out as
late as I'd hoped. That left maybe an hour... one hour with Kelly when
what I wanted most was to spend all night with her!
For a few moments we both just stood there with just the washer and drier
for company, neither of us saying a word. Then Kelly brightened up and
asked, "Well, gonna show me the house?"
A house tour hadn't exactly been on my itinerary but what the heck. It's
not like the place is THAT big but even so I quickly made our way through
the kitchen, living room and then to the hallway with the bedrooms.
Kelly didn't say a word until we passed the kids' rooms.
"I bet this is Molly's room," she broke her silence. Like what tipped
her off, the pink motif, the doll collection on the bed? I just nodded
and moved onward but she stayed at the doorway to my daughter's room. I
walked back to see what was going on.
"So tell me Keith, when did you first masturbate about fucking Molly?"
OK, so NOW we were getting WAY beyond my fantasies. This was supposed to
be about me fucking Kelly - Molly didn't fit in the picture but Kelly was
insistent.
"Don't try to pretend you don't," she said firmly, "If you want to fuck
me Keith then you have to be honest with me so tell me, when did you
start masturbating about fucking your daughter?"
What was I supposed to say? The truth was I never had, at least not in a
meaningful way. Oh sure she may have crept in now and then when I was
thinking about some of her hot friends but face it, I'd been brainwashed
all my life that such things were taboo and it made me feel guilty
whenever those thoughts tried to emerge. Despite having read about men
doing such things, I'd never smelled her panties (honestly, the thought
of doing so seems sort of gross to me) or rummaged through her personal
things. Can't say I ever deliberately tried to see her undressing, in
the shower, etc. Oh sure I'd noticed she wasn't a little girl anymore -
there are some things no heterosexual male can ignore. At the same time
it was like not littering or not washing my hands in the restroom, just
something I've been so conditioned about that I feel wrong when I do it.
"Honestly Kelly, I know you want me to say it but I can't," I replied,
stumbling over my words as I feared she might walk out because I wasn't
living up to her expectations. Well, she surprised yet again...
"That's cool," she said with a shrug, "I give you credit for being
honest. Most men just tell me what they think I want to hear which
sucks."
Then she paused and gave me as sly smile. "But I bet NEXT time you jerk
off after seeing her in her bikini you'll be thinking about fucking her."
As much as I hated to admit it, she was probably right. Now that the
subject had been brought to light I had a sneaking suspicion that her
nasty prediction would be coming true. It was eerie how Kelly could
manipulate me and it make me wonder for a moment just how far she could
push me. Was there anything I would refuse her? Looking at her
incredible body at this moment, I knew the answer.
We finally made it to the master bedroom where she quickly made herself
at home atop the bed, stretching out on her side leaving her short dress
no option but to pull up enough to allow me to get a glimpse of her bare
pussy. Those incredible legs laid out in full view and yet again I
marveled out perfectly shaped they were. God she looked so sexy! Oh
yeah, there wasn't anything I was going to refuse her.
"So... are you ready to fuck me Keith?" she teased me, rolling over
slightly such that her upper leg moved over the lower, effectively
shutting off access to her crotch from my eyes.
In all the years I'd dated Megan and then throughout our married life,
never once had she ever asked me such a question. It was always in some
secret sex code or "nice" language like, "make love to me" or "let's do
it". Never once would she be the slut I so wished she would be. Never
once had she ever just come right out and asked me to FUCK her. Yet here
I was now in our bedroom and within a minute of entering it Kelly had
already said those magic words. Damn, I could only imagine what it must
be like to be married to HER!
I started to move towards the bed but she sat up suddenly, swinging her
bare legs over the side and standing up. Moving over to the dresser, she
started pulling out the drawers as she searched for something. I had no
idea what to say as she rummaged through my wife's clothing until she
opened up the one with Megan's lingerie.
"Cool, this is what I was looking for," she murmured softly, rearranging
everything. I panicked for a minute, knowing how particular Megan was
about her things. Surely she would notice they weren't how she'd left
them! What possible excuse could I give when she asked me about it? My
worries were shunted off to the side though as she giggled and turned to
me, holding up her prize.
"I like this one," she announced, holding up one of Megan's sexier
numbers. It was a sheer black babydoll negligee I'd bought her years ago
at Victoria's Secret, hoping it might rekindle some of the kinkiness in
our marriage. She'd worn it once and promptly announced she felt like a
whore in it and never wore it again. It was actually surprising that it
was still in her drawer.
Kelly held the negligee up against her front, turning and looking into
the mirror atop the dresser.
"What do you think Keith?" she asked innocently, "Want to see me in it?"
Personally what I really wanted to see her in was nothing but her
birthday suit yet the idea of her wearing my wife's lingerie was creating
all sorts of conflicting feelings and emotions within me. Oh yeah, I'd
LOVE to see her in it yet at the same time it WAS my wife's so could I
really handle seeing the woman with whom I was about to commit adultery
wearing it? In the end it wasn't like I had much choice. Kelly didn't
wait for a response but instead turned and disappeared into the master
bathroom.
"No peeking!" she teased as she shut the door behind her, leaving me
standing there somewhat flabbergasted.
So now what? Was I supposed to undress? If so, did that mean strip
naked or leave on my boxers? In my mind arose images of a group of
friends and neighbors all emerging from the bathroom yelling, "Surprise!"
as I lay sprawled out nude on the bed harboring a massive erection in
anticipation of fucking a woman who was NOT my wife. As crazy as it
might seem, what if this all was some sort of sick joke my wife was
pulling on me? I really couldn't imagine Megan ever doing such a thing
but still, what if? The longer I stood alone in the quiet bedroom the
higher my anxiety levels rose.
OK, so call me a coward or maybe just an idiot but I ended up just
standing there like a marble statue, wondering what was taking Kelly so
long. It's not like she had all that much to take off and how long could
it possibly take to drop a simple negligee over her? It seemed like
hours but in all fairness it was probably only a few minutes before the
bathroom door reopened.
Oh... my... god!
Kelly looked like a sexual vision, one that couldn't possibly ever be
real yet there she stood wearing nothing but my wife's sheer negligee and
her jewelry... and her high heels of course. She just stood there, hands
on her hips with one leg forward, knees bent ever so slightly, posing for
me as she watched me to see my response.
"Well, what do you think?" she asked, breaking the silence as I couldn't
say a word with my mouth dropped open like a fish out of water.
"You're beautiful," I gasped.
It was a dream come true. Oh sure I'd seen girls in similar outfits
posing for the audience at strip clubs but I wasn't under any illusion
that they had any real interest in me other than emptying me of the
contents of my wallet. No, at this moment one of the sexiest and
prettiest women I'd ever seen was standing before me wearing nothing but
the sheerest and shortest of negligees, waiting for ME to respond,
waiting for ME to fuck her!
"Do I look better in it than your wife?" she asked, biting her lower lip
as if she was really worried she might not. Yeah, like there a chance in
hell Megan could EVER look so sexy. Even when Megan HAD worn it that one
time she'd included a matching pair of panties and of course no heels.
Whereas Kelly looked confident and obviously KNEW the effect she was
having on me, Megan had been embarrassed and shy even though it was ME,
her own husband, that was looking at her.
Kelly slowly walked over to me. Each step a deliberate act as her hips
swayed sexily from side to side. Her arms reached out for me and we
embraced, pulling each other in tightly as we kissed passionately. As
hard as I was I could feel her pressing against my cock as it strained to
be released. My hands reached under the lower edge of the negligee and I
cupped her bare ass in my hands. It was incredible - I was actually
holding Kelly's perfect ass in my hands without anything between them!
God she was so firm and smooth!
"I thought you'd be undressed when I came out," she whispered as our
mouths parted, "Strip for me."
Kelly pulled back and started to pull back the covers from Megan's side
the bed as I undressed quickly, dropping my clothes to the floor in a
pile. It occurred to me I had noted she was undoing Megan's side. I
guess she must have deduced which was hers from the contents of the
nightstand on that side of the bed. Once the top sheet was down she lay
on the bed, bunching up pillow behind her head to watch me as I finished
stripping.
Once undressed I glanced at the mirror and cringed. Other than Megan no
woman had ever seen me nude and seeing my belly sticking out and the
beginning of man-boobs starting to emerge made me want to turn out the
lights and hide from Kelly's sight. How could such a beautiful woman be
turned on my a middle-aged, overweight hairy man like me?
"Leave it on," she called out as I started to reach for the light switch,
"Don't you like looking at me?"
How could I tell her it had nothing to do with her when it was ME that I
wanted to hide? Yet she had a point. When would I ever again have this
opportunity to be in bed with a woman like her? I just wished I had a
video recorder going but at the very least I was hoping every image would
be burned in my brain forever. Turning from the wall switch, I quickly
got I bed next to her, trying to minimize the time she had to see me nude
just in case she decided to call it all off.
"Mmmmmmm, that's better," she sighed as she pressed herself into me, "I
love being with a naked man."
Again we kissed and this time my hands roamed all over her body,
especially her boobs. Two kids? Impossible! Compared to Megan's
sagging breasts Kelly's tits were firm and perky, hard nipples poking
through my fingers as I gripped her breasts. I'd never felt breasts so
perfect and I couldn't resist dipping my head down to taste them as I
pulled the negligee up and out of the way.
"Yessssssss," she sighed as I took her nipples I my mouth and sucked, my
tongue teasing the tips. As I licked and sucked her tits my hand worked
its way down her incredibly smooth and flat belly, down to where I would
be feeling Megan's pubic hair but not with Kelly who was shaved bare like
a young girl. A little further and I hit pay dirt - Kelly's pussy!
Kelly lifted her hips in response as I ran my finger up and down her
pussy slit, pressing into her already wet hole and dragging up to her
clit. She moaned as my finger pushed into her and my heart raced as I
pressed even further into her. Oh god, I was fingering Kelly's pussy!
Kelly's hand reached down and gripped my hard dick, her fingers wrapping
around it and just holding me in her grasp and I fingered and licked her.
Reluctantly I moved my head from her breast - reluctant in I could have
suckled on her all night yet at the same time eager for more. Kissing
her smooth skin on her torso, I slowly moved downward and as the scent of
her sex grew stronger and stronger. It was like the smell of heaven!
"Right there Keith!" she groaned as my mouth encircled her clit. Without
removing my mouth from her pussy I worked my way around until I was
between her legs, pushing them further apart with my hands on her smooth
inner thighs. She tasted wonderful and even better was the feel of her
writhing under me as I tongued her clit with my finger pushed up into her
pussy as far as I could reach.
"Don't stop Keith," she cried out as her hips lifted up against my face,
"Make me cum Keith... make me cum!"
My face was suddenly flooded with her pussy cum as her orgasm hit. It
seemed unreal. Megan use to allow me to eat her out when we were first
married but she never seemed to like it and eventually I just stopped
doing it. Certainly she never orgasmed when I ate her out. In fact,
sometimes I wondered if she really orgasmed ever. Not so with Kelly as
she bounced under me, crying out and grabbing my heads with her hands as
she pulled my face in tighter to her bald wet crotch. I moved my hands
under her ass, gripping it and pushing my face in like I was eating a
large melon.
Kelly's hips dropped to the bed again and now instead of pushing my head
into her she was grabbing it and pulling me up towards her. Moving on
top of her, I kissed her with my face covered with her pussy cum.
"Mmmmmmm, I love the way I taste on your mouth," she whispered. It was
amazing - Megan wouldn't even let me near her face after I'd eaten her
pussy until I'd washed it off.
Kelly pushed me away slightly until we could look at each other in our
eyes. Her face was wet now with her own pussy cum, giving her such a
sexy slutty look. For a moment we just looked at each other. I could
feel my erection pressing against her crotch and I instinctively rotated
my hips slightly to move it against her.
"Fuck me Keith," she whispered huskily.
That was all she said... just three words. Three of the most wonderful
words I'd ever heard. God, Kelly wanted me to fuck her! The woman I'd
dreamed about for so long, stared at during church for so long,
masturbated about so many times, actually ASKED me to fuck her! Of
course I wanted to do her just as badly, probably a lot more, but the
point remained she'd ASKED me to fuck her rather than just agreeing to
allow me. No woman had ever ASKED me to FUCK her before.
I felt her hand between us as she reached down to take my erection in her
hand. Following her unspoken directions, I shifted to allow her to
position me at the opening to her pussy. The feel of her warmth, the
wetness of her sex, was overwhelming. I wanted nothing more at this
moment than to be inside of her, to fuck her. Yet she wasn't going to
let it be that easy... not Kelly.
"Tell me you want me more than your wife," she whispered, "Tell me you
want to be with me more than her."
My mind was so crazed with desire I'd have done or said anything if that
meant she would allow me to enter her so quickly responded with, "God
yes... I want you more than my wife. I want to fuck you more than
Megan."
"Then fuck me Keith... fuck me her in her bed."
It confused me for a moment but then I understood. I was so focused on
Kelly's body, on her sex, that I'd forgotten where we were. Indeed,
Kelly was laying exactly where Megan had been the last time we'd had sex.
She was wearing Megan's sexiest outfit. Was this what Kelly wanted? Was
this what turned her on - causing a man to commit adultery in his own
wedding bed?
Oh well, who gave a shit? Not me at that moment, that was for sure.
Megan could've appeared at the bedroom door at this moment and it
wouldn't have mattered. An earthquake could've hit and it wouldn't have
mattered. Hell, the surprise group of my nightmares could've jumped from
the bathroom right now and it wouldn't have mattered. I was going to
fuck Kelly and I was going to do it now no matter what. My thirst for
her, my hunger for her sex was impossible to hold back any longer as I
thrust myself forward, ramming my dick into her wet tight pussy all the
way in one hard stroke! I felt the hot wetness of her incredibly tight
pussy gripping me as I buried myself in her, forever breaking the vows
I'd made to my wife - and happy to do so.
"Oh yeah Keith, that's it... fuck me good!"
I'd had sex with Megan an untold number of times over the years but it
had never been like this. It was always tempered by my concern for her
reaction, my worry over what she thought of what I was doing and whether
I was adequate or not. She rarely even made a sound, let alone say a
word out loud and after I'd cum she would just lay there and wait for me
to pull out and move away. In other words, it was NOTHING like sex with
Kelly.
Fucking Kelly was like nothing I'd ever dreamed could ever happen to me.
I thrust myself deeply into her, pulling almost all the way out only to
ram myself back into her again as deeply as I could. She met me with her
own movement, pushing her hips up against me as if she wanted me even
deeper each time I entered her, wrapping her long legs around me and
pulling me into her like she couldn't get enough of me. Through it all
was a non-stop series of sighs, moans and a litany of outspoken desires
for me to fuck her harder, to make her cum, to give her everything I had.
I like to think she came several times before finally I couldn't hold
myself back anymore.
"I'm gonna cum," I gasped as I started to pull out of her more out of
routine than true desire. Megan hated for me to cum in her pussy except
when we were trying to get pregnant. Obviously Kelly wasn't Megan!
"Don't you dare!" she cried out sharply, locking her ankle around me and
using her legs to pull me back into her, "I want your cum... give it to
me Keith, give me your love. Give me your wife's sperm."
And I gave it to her - buckets it seemed. I hadn't cum this hard since I
was a teen and even then never inside of a woman like this. Over and
over I ejaculated sending stream after stream of my adulterous sperm deep
inside of Kelly's pussy. We'd never once discussed birth control but I
had to assume a slut like her was protected and in any case it wouldn't
have mattered at this moment. She wanted it in her - she got it in her!
"Oh my god," I groaned hoarsely as I barely was able to keep my weight
off of her when I'd finished. I started to pull out so I could move off
of her but she would have none of it.
"Stay in me Keith," she moaned ever so sweetly, the sound of contentment
if I'd ever heard it.
"You'll never be able to make love to your wife again without remembering
this moment," she whispered into my ear, "I'll always be a part of your
marriage, always in the back of your mind whenever you tell her you love
her. You're mine now... forever."
It was almost like she was implanting some hypnotic suggestion but it
didn't matter - I knew as I laid there with my dick still inside her hot
pussy that she was 100% correct. I would NEVER forget this moment, NEVER
purge my mind of the feel of her wet pussy gripping my expended dick
after having just fucked her with everything I had.
I could have stayed like this all night, regardless of how my arms were
hurting from holding myself off of her. Unfortunately I made the mistake
of checking out the clock on her nightstand. Oh shit!
"We have to go," I said in a voice louder than I'd intended. It was
almost impossible to describe how quickly things could change. One
moment I was a sex-crazed wild man fucking the woman of my dreams, the
next I was a scared-stiff husband looking to cover my tracks. Suddenly
the feel of my dick still within Kelly's tight pussy lost the eroticism
and became a nightmare. Hold crap, what had I done?
"No really Kelly, we HAVE to go!" I said urgently, scared stiff now that
the clock had struck midnight and my carriage was about to turn back into
a pumpkin if we didn't hurry. What if Ryan came home right now and saw
his father in bed, naked on top of another woman who was wearing his
mother's negligee? Not that I thought he'd recognize it (at least I
hoped he wouldn't) but the point remained.
"If you say so Keith... but I bet I can get you hard again if you want to
fuck me again."
That would have been a sucker bet for sure (no pun intended), one I
would've loved to have lost but now with my lust having drained from me
along with the sperm I'd left behind in Kelly's pussy I was being more
practical-minded. Had I known what I do now though I would have taken
her up on her offer, the hell with getting caught.
As it was I pulled out of Kelly and even as distracted as I was I still
couldn't get over the erotic sensation as my dick dropped out of her.
Would I ever feel this again? God I wanted to fuck her again... and
again... and again! Shit, I'd dump Megan in a heartbeat if I thought
Kelly would marry me!
Grabbing my clothes from the floor I started to dress as Kelly made the
bed. Damn, I hadn't even thought about doing that. It wouldn't be until
later that I would give any thought to how the bed must smell after all
the times Kelly had cum and then to have my cum mixed along with it,
draining out of her onto the bed. Then she disappeared back into the
bathroom but this time she was out in less than a couple of minutes, back
into her slut dress.
"Thank you Keith."
I looked at her in amazement. SHE was thanking ME? My expression must
have betrayed my thoughts.
"I mean it Keith, it means a lot to me for you to do this. For you to
show me how much you want me... to tell me how much more you want me than
your own wife. It made me feel sexy... and wanted."
Well, if there was ever a girl who never needed to worry about feeling
sexy and wanted it would have to be Kelly. Still, it made me feel good
for her to say that. Talk about an ego boost... THE amazing Kelly said I
made her feel sexy!
With that we left. I half expected her to kiss me or at least hug me but
we made our way to the car in the garage without another word. Even
during the drive back to her place was silent. I wasn't sure what to say
so unless she said something I wasn't going to say something stupid.
When we got to her apartment complex I headed for the lot but she told me
to just drop her off at the entrance to her complex. Before I could do
anything she opened the door for herself and stepped out.
"Thank you Keith," she said, dipping her head back into the car.
"When can we do this again?" I finally had to ask. The question had been
burning a hole in me all the way back and I couldn't let her go without
asking. Surely if I'd been all she said she would want me to fuck her
again, right?
"No Keith, I'm sorry," she said shaking her head, "We only do this once.
I'm happily married and have no desire to be your mistress."
"But..." I tried to interrupt.
"No 'buts' Keith," she said in a stern voice. Suddenly all the sexiness
and softness was gone, replaced by a cold business tone. "Never ask me
again or try to touch me again... never."
With that she shut the door and turned to walk away, not even glancing
back. I drove home an emotional wreck, filled with confused and
conflicting feelings. What had I done? What was I going to do? The
only thing I was sure of as that I would never have Kelly again yet she
was right, I'd never get her out of my mind. In the back of my mind I
couldn't help but wonder if that was her intention all along...
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